A/N: I added a second chapter because I wanted to. ^^ It's a bit random, but I hope you like it. (Not as well-written as the first, but, eh. Lol)

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA nor do I own any of the songs written by Lenka.

I should put on my armor

The next time I see you so I won't be harmed

But I know I can shoot my own arrows

I'm sorry I hurt you

I know that like me you can be

Oversensitive

"Dangerous and Sweet" by Lenka (Kripac)

...***...

Neither one of them had meant it, but it happened nonetheless.

A fight.

The two stormed out of the room, each in their own direction, and slammed the doors shut behind them.

...***...

A tall suit of armor was reading in their room, as he had nothing else to do, and as a certain fiery golden-haired alchemist rushed into the room, he raised his helmet and watched him with glowing red eyes.

"Brother, what happened?" Al asked, worriedly. "I heard yelling."

"It... it was nothing, Al..." Ed brushed him off, collapsing on his bed. With his automail arm in repairs, Ed raised his flesh one, and glared at it, golden eyes swimming with thoughts.

A tinny, hollow, sigh escaped his younger brother's metal body.

"Let me guess. You and Winry had a fight?"

When Ed didn't answer, Al stood up and sat down in front of him, his armor clanking as he did so.

"Brother, you really need to learn to control your anger better! She was only trying to help. ...Maybe you should apologize."

"What? Apologize?" hissed Ed, his head shooting up from the pillow. Scoffing, he rolled his eyes, falling back again. "Yeah right..."

"Fine, do whatever you want, Ed, but just remember," Al said, exasperated. "Though actions speak louder than words... Words can do damage too."

And with that he left the room. Ed slumped deeper into the bed.

Ehhh... What is wrong with me? Why did I say things like that?

What if she hates me now?

Gah, Al's right. I should... I should probably do something about it...

But what? What am I supposed to say? 'I'm sorry'? Would she forgive me?

Sighing, he eventually forced himself to stand up, his guilty conscience getting the better of him, and slowly walked to the door.

...***...

Pinako was in the young mechanic's room, as she was just borrowing some blueprints needed for a certain automail design. When she heard her granddaughter come in, the old woman took out her pipe, shuffling around the papers.

"Winry," was all she said, as the girl then rambled off on her own.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, er, everything's fine, Granny. No need to worry. Just getting some bolts. Heh, heh..." she laughed nervously, sitting down on her bed and grabbing a can of screws. Her blue eyes, clouded with thoughts, glared at the can in her hands.

Smoke encircled the old woman's head.

"You and Ed have an argument." It was not a question, but a statement. Her round glasses of hid her eyes, but Winry knew that they were filled with knowingness.

She nodded, unable to hide such an obvious fact from Pinako. "Sorry if you heard it all..."

"Don't say it to me. Tell that to the shrimp," Pinako said, watching her granddaughter expectantly.

"Apologize to Ed?"

"I know how it sounds... But it'll help ease the guilt you're feeling."

And with that she left the room. Winry slumped into the bed.

Guilt? Ha! I'm not feeling any...

Understanding, she sat back up again.

...How did she know?

Argh, I'm so stupid! I really need to think of what I'm gonna say before I say it!

But...

Will he understand?

Or will he hate me?

Shoving away any and all negative thoughts, Winry put down the can of screws and she stood up, turning the handle of the door.

...***...

As it pushed open, blue eyes met golden ones. Ed was already standing there, as if prepared to knock. He looked down, and hid his hand.

"I, uh..." he started.

"Wait, Ed!" interrupted Winry, pulling him into the hall. She looked at him with those stinging blue eyes, that made Ed want to punch the sucker that had almost made her cry. In this case, himself.

"I just wanted to say... I'm sorry. For saying those things to you. I didn't mean to make you angry, I was trying to help, but... things just slipped. Gah, I'm such an idiot!"

"No, no, it's not your fault!" Ed quickly intervened. "I shouldn't have said all that! You didn't do anything, I promise! I'm the idiot. I let my emotions take control of me, and then the random outbursts start. I, I called you all those things, but I didn't mean any of them! You know how I am. I just can't keep my mouth shut..."

He went on and on about everything he did, while, slowly, Winry's surprised face transitioned to a soft one.

He just wants to put all the blame on himself, huh?

So he can be sweet.

A tiny smile graced her lips, and as he continued to rant on about himself, her heartbeat raced.

Leaning in to his face, Winry planted the smallest kiss on his cheek. That certainly quieted him.

For a moment, Winry simply smiled at him, as if lost in a dreamy trance. But then after realizing what she had done, her mouth fell open, and a deep hue of pink traveled up her face. Quickly turning away, the flustered blonde avoided his eyes, and fiddled with her hair, her back to him.

"I, uh... C-Come on. Granny and Al are downstairs making dinner. We should probably help," she mumbled, already stepping downstairs.

At first Ed's legs refused to move. He was as red as it could get, and the most shocked expression was plastered across his face.

She... she kissed me...

But after a moment, he just shook his head, the red slowly disappearing, and lightly touched his cheek.

She kissed me.

A secretive, yet somewhat giddy smile appeared on his lips, one he would never, ever, ever... tell anyone about. Not even his own brother, whom he loved dearly.

Ed followed her down the stairs, smelling the delicious aroma of the cooking stew. Perfect timing.

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